Luke grabs the big bulge in Tristan’s shorts, the tent pole grinding against him. Luke frees the beast (“Fuck, dude! Holy shit!”), sucking it deep before Tristan wraps his scruffy lips around the smooth stud’s thick boner.
Tristan eats him out and pounds him from behind. Luke sits on it, his own pole slamming up against his stomach. “I love that big dick” he moans on his back, slamming his own cock against Tristan’s abs.
The top shoots a monster load on Luke, rubbing it into his stomach and feeding it to him.